Sea Lion Shores of the ebb and flow

she greeted her in a different language. were nüwu unilingual, she might've told opalia my name is nüwu, not aulana. being a speaker of mandarin and some greek, she took it as a foreign greeting just like 你好. it was easy to assume that much. 

she nodded to the question, i'm from the island, yuèlóng. the sandy girl gestured her dark muzzle to where it sat on the sea, before turning back to her companion, sniffing a few breaths through her nostrils. you smell like, um. minty, and meerkat- she recalled, eyes rolling upward as she thought. are you also from the moonspear? she wondered with a quizzical tilt of her head. that was what meerkat had called it, anyway.